After a few minute she noticed a glow. She crouched moving over and found a small lit candle, some matches, a bottle and a small jar with a screwed li... in one pail, the other pail was empty reeking of urine, obviously her toilet but no toilet paper. She used the candle to look around, finding a small rounded loaf of bread in the wet dirt. She wiped it and broke off a piece from the inside, chewing on it and then drank some water out of an uncapped bottle. She remembered her sore thigh. She doesn't look twenty, does she. Because she isn't. That's the Curse. We die and come back all fixed up at our sexual peak. For women, it's about thirty. For men, it's about eighteen. And we're all ravenously horny. And we're running out of food."As I slowly grasped what he was saying, I looked at the other women in the room. They were all about thirty, and beautiful and radiant and all looked like they would fuck anyone and anything. Even the dead ones. Rueben looked like a kid, wild. About. Part 2. The next morning Janet was in the kitchen first, having made coffee and preparing to make breakfast for the three of them. Fiona shuffled in wearing her robe, shaking out her long golden hair."Well! Good morning, sleepy-head!" her mother said cheerfully, handing over a hot cup."'Morning, Mom", Fiona said blearily. "Thanks." Well, you look dreadful." I have an excuse, Mom", smiled Fiona."Mmmmm?… and what might that be, dear?" asked her mother absently."All that noise you and Dad were. Welcome back! And let’s have one for the Man of the Hour! Where are ya, Troy? Where’s the only guy I’ve ever met whose bride and best man are the same person?” A spotlight shone around the audience a couple of times as the DJ looked out into the crowd. Some of them applauded prematurely before the DJ said “Uh-oh! Looks like he’s gone, and so are your two friends. Maybe they’re back up in the suite waiting for you, eh, Julie?”An “OOOOO” went through the room and a path cleared for her. She.